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After mid morning coffee
will stretch out to the store
My piano to fetch
spread my fingers by a fine degree
You're invited to bow a little
for today all honour must go to the birds
It will be a melody of gratitude
to the aves given us by heaven
For their everlasting beauty upon earth
Upon the inspiration of blooming flowers
Birds take to the skies in radiant plumes
bejeweling the everyday dome with enviable
patterns, copied from millions of miles away
So here I hit the beats of beauty for the birds
to complement the fine melody of a bird-song
that invites daybreak and adorns dusk
like fine wine up the hills, making man suffer loss
why was such beauty not given him?
Bringing tidings of peace from your world O birds
whenever man gets crazy wanting to own your world
of colourful fruits, sweet grains and plumes of pride
You hover over his head, looking up, sees his folly,
Repents
Long curved beaks,short bills,sharp, obtuse
and your blessed fore limbs,
the sails for your voyage
across oceans and lands
All you will ever need
You know how lucky you are!
You love it, I sing it
Echo my tune like the baobab
Will you?
This got to be a melody of kind wishes
for all the birds of skies and seas
For the Lord’s honour
steward feet
securely shod*
with divine strength
trek upward faith-driven pursuits
to prevail midst grace
steadfast over trials' rigour
keep on reaching-out
serenely triumphant
waiting for heaven's trumpet sound.
By Christ’s might
I'm propelled to march forward
then to rest awhile
in His green pastures
basking with contentment
from labor’s pressures
rejuvenated to thank the Saviour
for enabling servant’s heart
toward ministering steward feet
of joyous compassion.
*Isaiah 52:7 How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace; that bringeth good tidings of good, that publisheth salvation; that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth!
July 19, 2019
Edited on March 8, 2022
1st place, "A BRIAN STRAND Libre Vers" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 3/11/2022.
"The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me; because the LORD hath anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound; [2] To proclaim the acceptable year of the Lord, and the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort all that mourn; [3] To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he might be glorified."
~~Isaiah 61:1-3 KJVS
There is an ache deep in my core.
I don't think I can go on anymore.
stops my lungs, my breath it severs
trying in vain to hold it together
with weary arms wrapped around my middle,
rock myself, like when I was little
all days ahead turn black with dread
once filled with life, now reeks of dead
once filled with dreams, sweet plans for two
all of my hopes, you killed those too
they say I am just heart broken
well not quite, you sliced me open
took my bloody, beating heart in your fist
and wrung it out with a nasty twist
I can't survive this kind of pain
without my mind breaking, going insane
I will have to fight for every breath
and stop myself from wishing for death
although unable right now to see
one day I'll heal, I'll be happy.
melancholic tidings—
optimism asystolic, now
fool’s paradise.
laconism stentorian
saline fluid agglomerating
“malignant” obfuscates,
formulates black stars.
fluttering, clouting
against ghostly pale tile.
aesculapian screams
circumnavigate weak cerebrum,
foxtrotting endlessly,
cold-blooded mockery.
serene bedrest
sinking linen counterpane.
morphing, suffocating
anaemic stature,
tasting like metal.
thrashing abnormal growth
actuate tunnels unending
i feel it.
i feel everything.
head encumbrance,
vessels strangulated,
blue skin a horror.
needle-punctured, scanned.
inhuman study. a specimen,
neglected medical non-priority.
fragile. no mind.
deteriorating. weaker.
sick. morningly.
please. help. ignored.
stained. vomit. pale.
monitor accelerating.
oxygen. chemotherapy.
please. help. me.
i. am. human.
bottom. medical. food. chain.
neglect. oxygen. oxygen.
oxygen. oxygen.
need. medicine.
nurses.
loud.
sonorous.
ringing.
light.
hunger. thirst. taste. smell. vision. touch. hearing.
taste. smell. vision. touch. hearing.
vision. touch. hearing.
touch. hearing.
dont. go.
hearing.
loud.
asystole.
“I will give you the riches of the darkness,
And the hidden riches of places unknown,
So that you may know that I Am God,
Who calls you by your name,
I Am God of Abraham, Isaac, Jacob,
Now, I Am your God who knows my Son.
I Am form the light, and create darkness,
I make peace, and create evil,
I Am the Lord who do all these things,
I have sworn by Myself,
the words that go out of My mouth,
In righteousness, and shall not return,
To Me void,
Every knee shall bow and every tongue
Shall swear, that I Am God.
As you remember the former things,
Of old: for I Am God,
And there is none else;
I Am God, and there is none like Me,
For those who are My people,
Shall know My Name:
Therefore they shall know in that day,
I Am He that does these things.
How beautiful upon the mountains
Are the feet of him that bring good tidings,
That publishes peace; that bring good tidings of good,
That publishes salvation; that says unto Zion,
My God shall reign!
No weapon that comes against you
Shall prosper, and every tongue that rises against you,
In the judgment, it shall be condemned,
For this is the heritage of the sons of God.
For they that have reverence and godly fear,
And glorify My name from rising of the Sun,
When the enemy shall come in,
Like a flood, I will lift up a standard against him.
For this is the confidence that we have in Him,
That, IF we ask anything according to His will,
He hears us: And IF we know that He hears us,
Whatsoever we ask,
We know that we have the petitions
That we ask of Him."
The mellifluous musical tones of the village bells
Echoing chimes over the cold snowcapped mountains
Both finding their way to people in the valley below
Christmas songs—let your spirit sing freely and loudly
Welcoming the Birth of Our Savior and Baby King
Who so charms the Angels on High and God Himself
On this night, The Star was so beautiful, clear, and shiny
Crisp and so crystal-bright, centered above and beyond
Reflecting now the Lord God’s most divine and holy light
There is real magic in the night air as Heaven rejoices aloud
The child and the infant’s divine soul breathe life now intently
Fulfilling truly God’s very promise and His hope to Mankind
Keep this Christmas spirit—share it with others near and far
Grace filled with good tidings as we dance on wings of joy
We all now celebrate in great happiness, love, and kindness
Christmas is forever—and you must never ever close this door
Faith always enters, carrying His guiding torch high and proud
And encouraging Man every step of the way on his long journey
Even in a simple cradle where the Baby Jesus so innocently lay
Heaven doth bathe His cradle with the warmest rays of divine light
Bespeaking the heavenly beauty, joy, and wonder of Our Savior
Amazing peace makes a lovely gift, I wish for all of us to have
As new life blossoms, wrapped in petals of an immaculate heart
God’s holy blessing, love, and intention are clear for all to see
That Holy Night the Angels entire sang mirthfully on Christmas Eve
Praising Almighty Lord God in Heaven on the birth of His only son
The Angels’ paeans echoed in their divine beauty across the Universe
To bring peace now, glowing with your love, is His divine intention
Rejoicing in God’s Greatest Gift to Mankind who was born in a manger
Destined to become Our Most Holy and Divine Savior—Amen! Amen!
Anne-Lise Andresen, Liam McDaid, and Gary Bateman
A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
December 1, 2015 (Unrhymed Tercet)
Let’s please God with our faith* while growing biblically
Showing Christ-likeness believably
Revealing scriptural wisdom boldly
Presenting eternal life blissfully
Exposing heaven beautifully.
Let’s please God with our love while proclaiming His message confidently
Sharing the Gospel and salvation plan capably
Conveying Bible truths for Christian nourishment constantly
Illustrating discipleship lessons clearly
Explaining stewardship blessings conscientiously.
Let’s please God with our joy while heralding the good news of hope dutifully
Informing the lost of His truth’s assurance determinedly
Inspiring the discouraged of the Father’s care discerningly
Persuading the proud of the Spirit’s work decisively
Warning the skeptics of imminent judgments dauntlessly.
Let’s please God with our trust while communicating for Him earnestly
Standing with sanctified posture enthusiastically
Walking according to Spirit’s direction eagerly
Influencing others through good work’s gestures emphatically
Expressing sweet fellowship with the Lord endearingly.
Let’s please God with our sacrifice while delivering His tidings of peace faithfully
Enunciating “Thus saith the Lord” counsels factually
Asserting “Fear not” admonitions firmly
Uttering “The Lord is my shepherd” favourably
Saying “Even so, come, Lord Jesus” fervently.
Let’s please God with our service while exhorting believers gloriously
Voicing out the Saviour’s compassion gladly
Sounding battle cry against sin and hell’s wrath grimly
Instructing with precepts of holy living graciously
Verbalizing the great commission gratefully.
Let’s please God with our gratitude while declaring divine promises habitually
Praising His Deity in worshipping the Trinity heartily
Exalting His name in teaching His doctrines honestly
Honouring His presence in living for Him healthily
Testifying of His awesomeness in yielding to Him humbly.
*Hebrews 11:6 But without faith it is impossible to please him: for he that cometh to God must believe that he is, and that he is a rewarder of them that diligently seek him.
March 15, 2020
Too tired, i thought io myself, to lance this wound again
So I'll let the sufferings flow where no good tidings go
And we'll call it a truce in the end.
Oh, tell me once more,
How this life of ours should go,
Cause the words fall to the floor anyhow
And the small town girl's turned penthouse femme fatale
Oh but we knew how these city streets howl faux freedoms
In the face of the soft-skinned and weak minds
But mine's been all the weaker for believing poison is love
And I drank the barrel dry till I went blind to the holy light
Damn these tears and this darkness of soul
But if that's the case babe, mine's been rolling in coal
Oh, I ain't a scholar, nor master of schemes
just a two-bit pauper with sprawling rock-candy dreams
the letters don't fall into place like they did once before
And I don't search for the gold in folk's smiles anymore
I've been drowning in sin and the lifeblood of all lies
Worst part's been hiding a lost soul behind brown eyes
Tell me honey, how's life been to you?
Well, the winds tell me the sound's still alive and well
Ah, but the wind ain't so kind in the dark when your wrapped in loneliness
And broken strings on a battered guitar have lost the will to tell the tale
New strings sell good, but you pay with your heart
Aren't we running out of pieces by now ?
Well baby, meet me on the corner of 5th and eternity beyond
Of the hope and fiery passion we learned to burn in till we went wild
And can you find your way back to the stars babe?
And can you take me back to our unscarred years
before we spilled the blood of dreams not yet born
Are you ready mama?
Whisper it to me low...
In that voice of a longin soul...
Let's go.
© Robert
Form:
Like all things related to screwballs
and misfits
I was born looking for a word
inside a clock.
Back then, time ticked loudly,
clocks ran faster than chipmunks.
Young bones were fueled by green grenades
plucked from low-hanging life-lines.
I needed words to save the world,
I needed a clock-case to store them in,
I needed speedbumps for my brain.
Mother said that If I lived to be a man
I would be all strewn about
like a crow-pecked scarecrow.
Eventually I discovered
a way to make words bespoke,
to give them meaning
outside of the hide-bound
and buckram dictionary.
Naturally I had to invent my own time-machine,
and had to surrender to a fanciful argot.
For a long while, only blithe revenants
and their little helpers
could read my tenuous tidings.
It was only when my pipsqueak prattle
had the effrontery to call itself ‘poetry’
that some said sadly
that I may be ever so slightly explicable.
Alas mother was right, there is only the clock,
and it runs on mechanical words,
and so I remain a rare bird
bamboozled by age-worn chalk-talk,
a jargon that refuses
to jump out of its own skin.
A year has gone by, let it go,
Embrace the new year as it comes;
Past skirmishes, and slights, let go,
Let’s greet happiness in our homes;
Another year is upon us,
Amidst new start-ups and new hopes;
Time for us all to greet and bless,
Honest opinions avoid tropes;
One more year thus, has gone away,
Our blunders, still, are holding sway;
How have we let it slip away,
Like sand through our fingers each day;
The time is not to fret or frown,
No point in telling all in town;
‘Cause it could lead to a breakdown,
Lest people should call thee a clown;
Wishes, greetings, also blessings,
To our trusty friends, good tidings;
New year comes to tug at feelings,
That make us think of reflectings;
Resolutions made and broken,
And to make with no fear again;
Even if in good health or pain,
Let not our efforts go in vain;
Wishes are in order to all,
Let’s greet them first and foremost, call;
If you remain aloof and tall,
People will know you have some gall;
Every human is good at heart,
Unless devil sends them astray;
It’s our duty, fight from the start,
Keep dark thoughts and evil away;
So, make merry before it ends,
If friendship broken, make amends;
Time for new ideas, new trends,
As the New Year among us blends.
mbfarookh